So today, April 29, 2016 was the day my dog, Whisper, passed away. He was the most innocent, loyal, friend anyone could ask for.
Right before we left for Vegas, my dad had to drop off our dogs at his friend's house, so that he could take care of them for us. I didn't think much of it because every time we go out, that's what we always do. We packed all our things and got into the car. I got comfortable, lay down and eventually fell asleep.
I woke up an hour later to my dad and his friend on the phone. I overheard the conversation and I was instantly worried. My dad's friend said that Whisper had ran out of the house and that he had no idea where he went, so he got in the car and tried to look for him. After he started the engine, and started to reverse, he felt something under the car.... I'll let you guess the rest.
As they were taking on the phone, his voice sounded shaky and full of sorrow. Eventually we decided to meet up at the veterinarian. Once we both arrived, my mom raced out the car to check on Whisper. She instantly started sobbing... I would've done the same, but didn't want to see him in pain, it was too much for me. I started to cry, and began thinking about the worst...
About half an hour later, my mom came out the room crying, and approached me. She said that Whisper wasn't going to make it... My whole body went numb and my heart skipped a beat. I was in disbelief. She said that I could say goodbye to him, so I did.
I walked into the room and there he was, wrapped in a blanket, while his normally white fur, was charred into a dark, black color, and scratches and burns all over his body. My heart collapsed and I began to tear up. It was so painful so see such an innocent creature be in so much pain. I held him in my hands one last time. My brothers and my mom entered the room and we said our goodbyes. In the little amount of time I was allowed to hold him, I remembered every single memory we had together, like when I snuck him Cheerios in his kennel everyday, or when he pooped on my bed (not fun)... Despite the good and bad, it hurt so much to know that I would never see him again.
When the vet came back, I didn't want to give him up. I wanted to hold him forever...As my mom took her from my hands and into the arms of the vet, I said one last goodbye and that I'll never forget him. She walked away, with my dying companion in her hands, while I caught one last glimpse of Whisper, my best friend.